But right now, it seems that the other party's focus is on Si Qingwu.

"Boss, who is that person? How did he kill the White Tiger Palace God?"

Xiao Zhiyo was very puzzled and asked Ye Lingyue in confusion.

Ye Lingyue looked a little weird from the beginning.

She first stared at the white mist, as if she wanted to see some clues from the white mist, but she soon discovered that there was no one in the white mist.

There was no breath and no figure.

She glanced at the body of the White Tiger Temple God on the ground.

There is only one wound on the body of the White Tiger Palace God.

The wound is on his heavenly spirit cover.

The Tianling Cap was shattered by a palm.

No matter from the strength or angle, Ye Lingyue, as a doctor, deduced that this palm came not from others, but from the White Tiger Palace God himself.

She bit her lip, a little unbelievable, but also a little excited.

"Xiao Zhi, it's him, he's back."

Xiao Zhiyo was even more confused.

"Boss, who are you talking about?"

Ye Lingyue smiled bitterly.

"We haven't seen him for a hundred years, so you forgot about him?"

A hundred years?

Xiao Zhiyo was a little confused, recalling the sound he just heard.

Suddenly, he was struck by lightning, and pointed at the white mist.

"It's him! Di Xin, it's Di Xin!"

Just when Xiao Zhiyo called out the name "Emperor Xin", Si Qingwu also trembled.
Chapter completed!